by Elle Boon
Arynn released her nipples and grabbed her hips, stilling her movements. “Depends. What were you thinking?” He flexed his hips upward, making her moan.
“Oh lord, I don’t know. I can’t think of anything witty right now. I need you in me,” she panted.
Her words set off his primal side. Normally, he could play for hours, but with Sheila, his chosen mate, the one woman who completed him, he could do nothing but comply with her wishes. Shit, he was whipped, and it had only been a few hours since the first time he’d made love to her. He let his claws come out, ripping through the fabric at her hips.
“If you keep doing that, you’ll be a broke man.”
He tapped her hip. “Up,” he ordered.
Sheila lifted slightly so he could pull the destroyed panties from between them. “There, much better,” he said, holding her hips over his cock. He moved her back and forth, loving the feel of her juices coating the underside of his dick while she teased them both. “You ready to ride me, baby?”
His mate smiled, placed one hand on his stomach, while she reached between them with the other. The feel of her dainty hand gripping his cock, lining him up to her entrance, nearly had his eyes rolling back in his head. “Fuuckkk, stellina, you’re gonna kill me.”
With exquisite care, he lowered her slowly onto his shaft, her tight sheath flexing and releasing with each push and pull he made on her body. “Touch your clit, get yourself nice and wet for me,” he told her.
The way she froze had him grinning. “I’ve never. I mean, not in front of anyone before,” she stuttered.
“There’s gonna be a lot of firsts for us, baby. Now, do what I said. Touch yourself. I can’t hold on much longer.” The need to shove up into her was driving him crazy. Only knowing she was tight and probably sore from earlier kept him in check.
Her hand swept down her chest, going to between her thighs. Never in his life had he seen anything as erotic as the sight of Sheila’s fingers running back and forth over that little pearl. More liquid coated him as she played with herself, easing his entry.
“Oh God, you’re too big like this,” she cried out as he pressed her onto his lap.
“Easy, just relax.” He held still, then pulled her forward, the action shifting his cock inside her. His hand slid down to her ass, gripping one cheek in his palm before sliding between the cheeks. “One day, I’ll claim you here as well,” he told her as his finger teased her ass.
Sheila rocked her hips, crying out when he slipped his finger inside her anus. “I don’t think that’s a...a good idea.”
Arynn groaned and brushed his lips against her forehead. “Trust me, baby, it’s a great idea.” He slid his other hand into her hair at the nape of her neck and held her to his chest while he moved his hips in a slow circle, his voice low.
Sheila’s breathing hitched but she nodded. “I want to ride you. Show me what to do.”
“Hold onto me, Sheila, this is gonna be a hard ride.”
Sheila gripped his shoulders and pushed against him, crying out when she felt him enter her mind, sharing what he was feeling. “Oh, Arynn,” she moaned.
His hands on her hips moved her up and down, leaving her only able to squeeze her inner muscles. Each time he pressed her down, her clit hit him, making it throb, making her pussy clench on his cock. She felt fuller than ever in this position, the sensation new and sending a hunger through her that made her worried she’d come to crave.
“Baby, I hope you crave me as much as I crave you,” Arynn growled.
She gasped, forgetting again that he was inside her head. He stopped moving, watching her steadily from beneath her with his intent stare. “I’ll never hurt you or take advantage of my abilities with you. I can’t turn off parts of me when I’m with you like this,” he confessed.
His cock jerked inside her, once, twice as she sat there pondering his words. “I trust you. It’s just a little disconcerting to realize someone, someone you care about, can read your every thought. I’m new to all this.”
He lifted her up and back down. “I know. I’ll teach you how to block others.”
She wondered if that meant him too, but then forgot everything as he thrust up and rolled his hips. Arching her back, her toes curled at the feel of him moving inside her, sharing with her what he experienced. Tingles raced up and down her spine as she felt how tight she was around his cock, then she was back in her own mind, feeling how full she was. The friction of him sliding in and out had her clenching on his dick, her body ready to explode.
“I’m close,” she told him.
Arynn clutched her hips harder, thrusting faster. His movements no longer measured as he pumped in and out of her. Her mind struggled to catch up, but her body took control, racing toward a pleasure it knew was only seconds away.
Sensations piled on top of her. His. Hers. Both at the same time, making her dizzy until finally she could do nothing but scream Arynn’s name and let herself go. “Oh my God, I can’t stop it.”
“Let go, baby, I got you.” Arynn continued to thrust faster, the sounds coming from him were a combination of growls and groans, filled with desperation and hunger. “You’re mine. Say it, Sheila.”
“Yes, yours. I’m yours, and you’re mine.”
Arynn leaned forward, his teeth locking on her neck and bit, the action sent her flying.
“You’ll never get away from me,” he growled against her shoulder, licking the wound.
Sheila’s pussy spasmed, her orgasm kept going, making her clamp down on his cock, which was still pumping inside her.
He howled as his own pleasure took him, making another explosion ripple over her. Her vision blurred. A hot wave of ecstasy and sublime pleasure continued to wash over her, while her hips rolled and flexed of their own volition.
She tossed her head back, crying out. Everything inside her was hot, burning with a sensitivity that was too much, too sensitive for a person to survive. She couldn’t stop moving, couldn’t stop coming, yet she felt as if she would die if she didn’t.
Finally, her body collapsed on top of Arynn, his strong arms held her tightly against his chest. “I got you,” he murmured.
Every single fiber of her being trembled with the aftershocks of her pleasure. To her horror, she realized she was sobbing.
Arynn’s hand was gentle as he ran it up and down her back, soothing her with soft touches and crooning in a voice that was hoarse. “I’ve got you,” he said again.
Sheila couldn’t move. Her eyes felt swollen shut. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she wailed.
“You’ve had a lot happen in a short period of time. Your body and mind finally let go, and now, it’s in need of a rest. You can do that now knowing I’m here for you and the girls. Let me hold you.”
She tried to sit up, sucking in a breath when her limbs wouldn’t cooperate. “Maybe a bath would help?”
Cupping the back of her head, Arynn brushed his lips against her forehead. “Rest, then I’ll draw us a bath.”
What he said sounded divine. She’d just take a little nap she told herself. When she woke up she’d take a bath, and all would be right in their world. Then, she’d tell Arynn she didn’t think she loved him, but that she did love him. Body, mind, and soul. How the heck did her life become complicated, yet perfect in such a short span of time? A yawn escaped her, then she fell into a deep sleep where nightmares were real.
“Hello, sister dear. Enjoying my leftovers again?” Sarah ran her hand down Arynn’s chest. Before she could reach her destination beneath the sheet, Sheila grabbed her by the wrist.
“Why can’t you leave us alone?” she asked between clenched teeth.
Sarah’s blonde brows went up. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? I thought you were supposed to be the smart one.” She hopped up from the bed, making it bounce from the movement.
Sheila glanced at the sleeping form of Arynn. “Why don’t you just tell me, so we can get past this—whatever the hell it is.”
; “I’m not the one who was supposed to die. Truth be told, you weren’t even supposed to be alive. For whatever reason—call it fucked up fate, you were born alongside me, taking part of my soul. I need it to come back. Mom has figured out a way to make it happen. You see, Sheila dear, your time is numbered. Of course, I won’t be staying with that.” She waved toward the bed where Arynn lay. “I only fucked him because he was clearly not from our area. The other one he was with was too—scary looking. I sensed he was something, I just didn’t realize he was a shifter until that brat was in my stomach. God, imagine my horror having to carry that—abomination for nine months.”
“Rebel is perfect. You were lucky to create such a wonderful child.” Sheila fought tears. Even in the dream world her sister’s disgusting words had the ability to hurt.
Sarah tossed her hair over her shoulder. Standing in a skin-tight dress that probably would’ve cost more than most people’s rent, her sister laughed. “You’d think that, since you’re fucking one of those dogs. Now, your offspring is almost perfect, except she came out of you instead of me. Who’d have thought Dan would’ve knocked you up on the first go?” Her sister laughed again.
“You had him rape me,” she cried.
Her sister waved her hand in the air. “You were wasted and didn’t feel a thing. Heck, did you even realize what was going on? I did you a favor. You’d probably still have your V-card today if I hadn’t done it. Besides, you got your precious daughter out of it,” she snarled.
Oh, her sister was evil to her marrow. She’d never accept Romie as her own like she’d done with Rebel, even if she did find a way to come back. Sheila got out of the bed, uncaring of her nudity. “I won’t let you take my place,” she said.
“Who’s going to stop us? You and your beast people? Pa-lease. Enjoy your time while you can. Maybe I’ll have another go with him before we kill them all.” Sarah licked her lips, then she disappeared, leaving Sheila shaken.
Chapter Thirteen
Arynn came awake, his heart pounding like mad. Sheila thrashed beside him, her body covered in sweat. He cursed when he realized he’d fallen asleep, instead of taking care of her beforehand. As he watched, she kicked out, her arms flailed, nearly hitting him. “You can’t have him,” she yelled.
“Sheila, wake up. It’s only a dream.” He shook her. When she didn’t wake up immediately, he lifted her into his lap. “Baby, come on, you’re okay. Open them gorgeous eyes for me. There’s my girl. You were dreaming.”
Her body trembled. “No. Oh, no, it wasn’t a dream. Sarah’s coming back. We need to go.” She tried to pull out of his arms.
He gave her a firm shake. “Stop it. What the hell are you talking about? Sarah’s dead, sweetheart.”
With eyes gone glassy, she stared at him. “She died, but my mother has figured out a way to bring her back. She’s going to use me. Oh God, Arynn, if she does, Rebel and Romie will suffer.”
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “Just calm down. We’ll figure this out.” Shit, he’d like to tell her it was just a dream, but he’d seen too much since the Fey Queen had appeared. For fuckssake, now that their eyes were open, they’d found out that demons, angels, and even other realms existed. For all he knew, Sarah was standing in a doorway of one of them waiting to return. He’d kill her himself before he allowed her to take what was his.
“We need to get the girls somewhere safe. Please, Arynn, they’re my whole life. I love you, but they’re only babies.”
Her admission of love made his entire being solidify. Oh, he knew she loved him, but hearing it had him settling like never before. “I’ll call Kellen.”
She pushed away from him. “What the hell can he do?”
For the first time, Arynn smiled. “Baby, he’s not just the alpha of our pack or the leader of our MC. He’s The Iron Wolf. He’s best friends with the crazy Fey Queen, and the baddest motherfucker you’ll ever meet. Trust me, he can and will get shit done.”
When he could see she didn’t believe him, he pushed memories into her mind, showing her Kellen as he was in his shifted form of the Iron Wolf, with his steel claws extended like the comic book character Wolverine, only Kellen was real.
“Oh my lord in heaven, what have I landed us in?” She put her hand on her chest, bringing his eyes to the fact she was completely naked.
“The very best place to be. Welcome to the jungle baby. You just moved up in the food chain.” Arynn licked his lips.
Sheila pushed on his chest, but a smile played at her lips. “I happen to love a little GNR.”
A loud bang on their door, followed by several more, kept him from turning them so that she was on her back. “Shit, hold that thought.”
“Mom, we’re hungry and there’s nothing in this fridge except carnivore stuff. Can we cook it? Rebel’s starving and says the bloody steak looks good, which is totally grossing me out, which she’s totally taking advantage of. I may have tossed water on her to see if she turned into a gremlin, but she didn’t think that was funny. BTW, she totally didn’t turn into one. She did retaliate, and well, let’s just say we might need to move apartments.”
Sheila groaned. “You two better have it all cleaned up by the time I get out there in fifteen minutes, starting now,” she yelled. “Oh, is it soundproofed to where they can’t hear if I talk to them?”
“Aw, mom, do we gotta? We were bored,” Rebel groaned.
“It’s either clean it up, or I can take you out and have you pick up wolfie leftovers,” Arynn joked.
He heard two sets of gagging, but then the sound of them running away from the door let him know they were doing as instructed.
His mate slapped a hand over her mouth. “Do you guys like—do that? You know, like a bear?”
He rolled his eyes. “What is it with you and bears. First, it’s the mama bear thing, now the bear shitting in the woods. Woman, we are not bears? We are wolves, dammit.” He grinned and hopped off the bed. “Come on, we only have fifteen minutes to get you cleaned like you told the girls.”
She giggled as he scooped her up and over his shoulder. He tapped her bare ass, making her gasp. “Have I told you I love you, too?”
Her breath hitched. The silence stretched for one, two seconds. He was sure she wasn’t going to answer, then she surprised him. “Not today, no.”
“Must rectify that. I love you, Sheila Dunn.”
“Err, names not Dunn, sir,” she giggled as he caressed between her butt cheeks. “You have a fascination for my ass or what?”
“You have the perfect heart-shaped booty, so that’s a resounding yes. As for the name, it’s only a matter of semantics, my dear. In the world of shifters, you’re my mate, which means you’re mine. Hence, Sheila Dunn.”
“Well, I think since I’m human I need a little more than semantics and some time to get used to it.”
“I can give you that. How’s a couple hours sound?” He made his way toward the ensuite, his dick bouncing with every step he made.
Her hand slapped his ass from where he had her over his shoulder. He gave her a tap on each one of her cheeks, rubbing in the stings before settling her onto the rug in front of the shower. “Behave or you’ll get more from where that came from.” The idea of turning her ass a nice rosy red was more enticing every second he was with her, but he didn’t want to push her too far too fast.
A blush covered her cheeks, the sweet perfume of her arousal filled the air. “Come on, let’s get cleaned before those girls’ barge in here.” The reminder of Rebel and Romie had Sheila’s eyes going back toward the open doorway.
“Oh crap, how could I forget? We need to go.” She made a move to step away from him.
He’d made sure to swamp her mind with positive energy, washing over the bad dream so she could focus on something else. “They’re safe inside here with us. Clearly, in your dreams she can get to you. I don’t know how, but we’ll get to the bottom of that. Right now, let’s focus on one thing at a time. I’ve already contacted Kellen.”
He didn’t tell her he’d just pushed the images from Sheila’s dreams at the man once he’d politely mental knocked. The curses were still ringing in his head. Yeah, Kellen was probably going to punch him in the mouth when he saw him next. He’d just make sure his family wasn’t within the vicinity.
“What’s that look for?” she asked.
Arynn wiped his face free of expression and made sure his mind was clear as well. The more he and Sheila connected the easier it would be for her to read him. “We’re down to twelve minutes, stellina,” he reminded her.
“Grr, you’re going to drive me crazy.”
Knowing he was most definitely going to do just that, he winked and stepped in behind her after he made sure the water was warm. “Count on it, baby.”
Sixteen and a half minutes later, Arynn and Sheila walked out of the bedroom to find the living area mostly clean. Rebel and Romie stood by the counter separating the kitchen area and the living room, angelic smiles on their faces. “Good morning, sleepy heads. What would you like for brunch?” Rebel asked.
Arynn blinked a couple times, looked at Sheila to gauge her expression. “Err, how about I fix breakfast? What do you two feel like? I can scramble eggs, make a mean omelet, fry bacon, sausage and any other meat in the fridge.” He cocked his head to the side, noticing Rebel did the same thing.
“All the above,” Rebel said.
Romie groaned. “She says she is starving.”
He ruffled the girl’s blonde hair. “Shifting takes a lot of energy. I’m surprised she didn’t eat us out of house and home last night.”
“Oh, trust me, she ate her way through three frozen pizzas. Luckily, I was full after the second piece.”
Their conversation from earlier had him stopping with the door to the fridge half open. “What the heck is a mogwai?”
Sheila laughed. “It’s from the movie Gremlins. Have you never seen it? It’s a classic.”
He shook his head. “Nope, can’t say that I have.”
“A gremlin is what a mogwai becomes if they get wet or eat after midnight. Clearly, I’m not a gremlin or a mogwai.” She folded her arms over her chest in a defensive position.
